Imposter Young Master
Chapter 324 - 327 What do you want to know about me?_1

Chapter 324: Chapter 327 What do you want to know about me?_1

"Yang Gang, are you enjoying this?"

Yang Gang barely managed a glance, before he broke into a tear.

Goddess of Destiny, damn you!

"Little Xi, it’s not what it looks like! The truth is..." Yang Gang turned his head to find Gu Xiaorou and Yang Fei were nowhere to be seen. The women had cleverly disappeared when Su Xiaoxi appeared all of a sudden.

Yang Gang felt deeply betrayed and immediately accused himself of being too naive.

Seeing the situation, Yao Wenjing was startled for a moment and then she slowly began to understand the picture. She was about to speak in defense of Yang Gang when...

A man ran up and quickly embraced Yao Wenjing, asking anxiously, "Wenjing are you okay?"

Yao Wenjing gleefully shook her head.

The man was about to confront Yang Gang, only to be interrupted by Su Xiaoxi.

"This man is my fiancé. I will handle him."

The man glanced at Yang Gang once more, not uttering a single word, and left with Yao Wenjing.

Yang Gang had been prepared for a storm, but what surprised him was that Su Xiaoxi didn’t hit him or even utter a word of rebuke. Her face was expressionless. She just walked away without another word.

At the corner of a street, leaning against the wall was another woman of stunning beauty, it was Zhang Miao.

When Su Xiaoxi arrived, Zhang Miao asked with a faint smile, "Are you angry?"

"Angry? Why should I be angry?" Su Xiaoxi responded flatly.

Zhang Miao’s mouth twitched slightly, "You know, pride is a disease that needs to be cured."

"Oh c’mon, Miao Miao, you’re overthinking this. Yang Gang is free to do as he pleases. Besides, I never planned to marry him anyway," Su Xiaoxi quipped.

Zhang Miao responded with a dark expression, "You’ve forgotten everything you said yesterday. Women truly have selective memory."

Defiantly, Su Xiaoxi replied, "I was talking about cohabitation for a trial marriage. If it’s not suitable, I certainly will not marry. I’m absolutely not angry, I’m just disappointed in Yang Gang. In retrospect, why should I marry a man who is younger, immature and frivolous than me?"

Zhang Miao pondered, "Hmm... You actually sort of have a point. What the hell is Yang Gang really thinking?"

"Arggh, enough about him, he infuriates me!" Su Xiaoxi blurted irritably, then realizing her outburst she fumbled, "I’m not angry, I’m just... just... Ugh, I don’t even want to talk about it. I’ve got to go."

Zhang Miao was left speechless, "Pride really is a disease that needs to be cured..."

...

On the other hand, Young Master Yang was in a lump.

Gu Xiaorou and Yang Fei were too cunning for their own good. As soon as they saw Su Xiaoxi, they ran away without a second thought.

Heartless people.

While sulking, a faint aroma wafted into his nostrils. Yang Gang looked up and his expression became awkward. "Sister Miao, you’re here."

"Yes, and I saw everything you just did," Zhang Miao replied with a light laugh.

Yang Gang scratched his head nervously, "Ha~~"

"Would you like to accompany me to the nearby antique market?" Zhang Miao suddenly asked.

Yang Gang nodded.

He knew that Zhang Miao had always been fond of antiques, it was just unfortunate that she never found any valuable items every time she visited the Antique Market. Zhang Miao often joked: "Whoever finds a valuable antique for me, I will marry him."

The term "finding a valuable antique" is a term in the antiquing world, with the idea of obtaining a valuable antique for a small price.

In recent years, with the improvement of people’s living standards, antiquing has gradually become popular.

Many people are passionate about antiquing with the hope of striking it rich, but not Zhang Miao. For her, antiquing is purely about taste and personal preference.

Along the way, they didn’t talk much.

Yang Gang looked at Zhang Miao, who was exceptionally beautiful and elegant, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Sister Miao, I’ve just realized that we’ve known each other for over a decade but I don’t think we know each other very well."

"Hmm... is there anything in particular you would like to know about me?" Zhang Miao asked cheerfully.

"Sister Miao, do you have a boyfriend?" Yang Gang ventured to ask.

Zhang Miao laughed, "I’m a committed single."

"Have you ever thought of falling in love?" Yang Gang probed further.

"I’m a committed single," Zhang Miao repeated with a light laugh.

Yang Gang broke a cold sweat and decided not to ask any more questions.

Zhang Miao looked at Yang Gang and laughed, "Yang Gang, are you curious about me because you have some sort of an idea?"

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched slightly, "I wouldn’t dare. After all, you’re my fiancée’s best friend. Besides, you’re out of my league. A man like me, with self-knowledge, would never ever dare to have any ulterior motives."

Zhang Miao laughed, "Never belittle yourself. Life is full of surprises. You never know what could happen tomorrow."

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, "Life is indeed full of surprises. I had been preparing for my ’first time’ for so long, but I accidentally lost ’it’ in a drunken stupor. To this day, I still don’t know which woman ’deflowered’ me."

He composed himself, hesitated a little, and then finally asked, "By the way, Sister Miao, I heard that Zhang Yu and Xiaorou broke up?"

"Yes," Zhang Miao nodded.

"Oh," Yang Gang wasn’t sure what to say next.

Zhang Miao looked at Yang Gang and said, "Yang Gang, from now on, you will be the one to protect Xiaorou."

Yang Gang did not understand what Zhang Miao meant, but he still nodded firmly, "Yes, I understand."

The two of them did not speak any further, and soon they arrived at the Hangcheng Antique Market.

As soon as they entered the Antique Market, a crowd of people was gathered around a naturally curly-haired man showing off a porcelain vase, "I picked this up for only a thousand yuan. Now, after expert appraisal, it has been determined to be authentic and its market value is over one hundred and fifty thousand!"

"You got a vase worth one hundred and fifty thousand for only a thousand?" Someone who obviously didn’t know much about antiques was shocked to hear that that much money could be made from so little.

The naturally curly-haired youth gave a smug smile and boasted, "Hehe, not everyone can turn a thousand into one hundred and fifty thousand. The world of antiques is exceptionally deep and not everyone can play it. Having money is only the most basic requirement, what’s more important is understanding and eye for detail."

The young man paused when he saw Zhang Miao, suddenly feeling a little breathless.

Wow, what a beautiful woman!

Seeing that Zhang Miao was also listening to his speech, the curly-haired young man became more excited and rambled on, "Just take the popular trend of gambling on stones. It can make you poor or rich with just a single cut. Some people think that betting on stones is all about luck, but it’s not true. Whether it’s identifying antiques or gambling on stones, there are skills involved."

His words were pretentiously grandiose, at least that was how Young Master Yang perceived them.

He looked at the porcelain vase in the curly-haired young man’s hand and suddenly said, "Brother, I have a little bit of knowledge of antiques too. Can I take a look at this vase?"

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